Capo 6th Fret
G-Em7-Am7-D

I was made 
in America
with a harmonica playing softly for me
and I was born in the smokestacks
inside of the paper bags hiding in the big cities

I was found in the shadows
of all the windows that are never
fully open
And I was lost in the bus stations
with all of my destinations
that were never really choosen

I was made in America
with a harmonica playing softly for me
and I found my notes in all those roads
inside of the broken homes
from sea to sea